Yolk> Yolk blinks in from ::between::!

Yolk> Tirone chirps pleasantly. Hello!

Yolk> Pix swoops crazily to the Brat Cave.

Pix swoops crazily in from the Inner Caverns.

Pix waddles up to Siannen, sniffling at her boots and circling her. Lick! Scritch! Food!

Yolk> Yolk chitters. I like you. You not funny lookin.

Yolk> Tirone squeaks indignantly. Certainly not. Not funny looking. At all.

Siannen giggles and reaches down to scritch the poor flit. "Would you like a lick? Or would you rather eat first.

Poldhu perks up. somebody say 'eat'?

Siannen looks up at Pol. "You can come too. I'll feed you."

Poldhu chitters lovingly at Siannen, his new best friend.

Siannen grins and waves for everyone who's hungry to follow her.

Back out you go! Mind the kiddie's artwork.

Inner Caverns

Ancient caverns unfold in an endless maze of tunnels and stairs, the Weyr's cavities a labyrinth to the uninitiated. Here, trimmed by the last of the stone cutters, arched walls and vaulted ceilings retain the soapy smoothness of well-worn stone, as do the endless tunnel floors kept clear and tidy. Shadows creep and flicker across these glowlit mountain walls, creatures of non-light wending their way east to the main caverns and bowl, or branching out in a web of caves to the Weyr's living spaces.

Shadowed on stone-smooth ledge are Tirone and Yolk.

You see Sabo here.

You notice Auri asleep here.

Obvious exits:

Living Caverns Hallway Dorms Barracks Baths Brat Cave Infirmary Guests' Quarters

Poldhu darts in from the Brat Cave.

Yolk continues on into the large living caverns.

Night or day, Klah can always be found warming on the High Reaches Hearth...

Living Caverns

The rough-hewn majesty of this cavern far outpaces any delight in the multitudes of curves that form its enclosure. The glabrous grey granite is shot through with translucent obsidian, lending subtly-veined sparkle to the walls and the foot-trodden smoothness of the floor that shows centuries-old placements of the scarred trestle tables; carven hollows give homes for the glow baskets and the coat-pegs that line the walls. No mosaics, no painting, no tiles: just a few well-done tapestries mark the pathway that lead to the kitchen to the north and the inner caverns to the west, and frame the nighthearth's stew and snacks, while a heavier strip of oiled canvas shields the unwary from the wind in the bowl.

Tucked into a glowlit niche are Ghost, Kelpie, Maeve, Spire, Relee, Nocturno, Kynance, and Yolk.

You see Tray 'o bubblies, Question Deck, Fantastic Triple Layer Bubbly Surprise, and Meatrolls here.

Obvious exits:

Bowl Kitchens Inner Caverns Crafting Area

Poldhu arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Siannen points to the meatrolls, then looks up at the boys. "These alright?"

Yolk chitters and swoops down to get a closer look, nodding an affirmative.

Poldhu chirps enthusiastically, swooping merrily down. Kynance wakes up and peers too, with a slow trill.

Siannen grabs a couple of meatrolls, and tears off bits, which she places on a table. She grins, "Come and get it boys!"

Auri arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Poldhu tears straight in, but Kynance continues to lazily regard the food. Meatroll.... now is it worth it?

Pix arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Pix trumpets in ecstacy. FOOD! FOODFOODFOOD!

Tirone arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Harmony blinks in from ::between::!

Yolk beams, and hops down onto the table, digging in to the meatroll bits, pushing a few towards Ti and Pix. Anyone else?

Tirone takes a perch in a quiet corner. Hmph. Greedy.

Harmony

Mellow bronze drips like honey and liquid amber over the translucent hide of this firelizard. About his thin gaunt frame is a certain ethereal quality, not of being unreal, for he is solid as wire over steel, but that at any moment he may simply fade into nothingness, leaving no trace of himself behind, but an elusive memory. Something about the cock of his head, the gauntness of his frame exudes a sad sort of melody, that tingles in the back of the mind in unchained perfection.

His small bronze foreleg is painted with a simple black and blue, subtly noting his humanpet as a resident at High Reaches Weyr.

Harmony is 4 months and 15 days old.

Harmony is awake and seems alert.

Pix ignores Tirone and scarfs down the meatroll, nearly choking himself. Yummy food! Gimme more!

Auri waves. "Hiya Siannie!"

Siannen blinks, and continues to pull off peices of meatroll, pushing a pile to Pix, but setting more aside for the others. "Hiya Auri!!"

Auri cocks her head to one side. "Whatcha doing? Can I help too?" She looks at Pix stuffing himself. "Or is it dirty. If it is I'll just watch."

Pix gobbles down the entire pile of meatroll in one gulp, chewing loudly, smacking, and making happy little eating noises. His stomach rumbles in protest.

Siannen grins, and hands Auri a few meatrolls. "It's not dirty. I'm feeding them." and at that she gestures towards the flits, disturbing Yolk, who squawks indignantly.

Tirone pokes at her pile of meatroll gingerly. Well, if everyone else is eating.... She takes a tentative nibble.

Derwin arrives from deeper in the Weyr.

Yolk settles back down to his pile, picking out a few choice bits for Ti. Sian grins, and makes a piles for Harmony, Pol, and Ky too.

Auri makes neat little towers of perfectly square pieces of meatroll. She waves at the arriving Derwin. "Hi Wynnie!"

Siannen smiles, "Who dat, Auri?"

Derwin starts to protest his nickname, but decides against it. Wouldn't want to get the little demon crying again.

Derwin

Soulful colbalt eyes burn from under a curtain of shaggy dark hair. Handsome features, distinct chin, smooth olive skin, all are clouded by an expression of mournful melancholy. Tall, strong frame is hidden under a large navy coat, and capable, surpisingly dexterous hands peek out from under oversized sleeves. Practical trousers are stuffed into a pair of black knee-high weyrhide boots. An enigmatic character, to say the least.

He is awake and looks alert.

Carrying:

Derwin's Knapsack

Derwin is 15 Turns and 2 months old.

Kynance goes back to sleep, but Pol absorbs himself in the food.

Auri points at Derwin. "Dat's him. Derwin. Wynnie. He's a squishy, dusty man. Good ta hug. I don't know if he's good to lick though."

Tirone croons appreciatively at Yolk. Nice. Tasty. She continues to nibble.

Siannen grins, her hair falling over her eyes. "I'll find out. Hi Wynnie. Can I see if you're good ta lick?"

Derwin gives Siannen a wary look from his colbalt eyes. "Derwin. Not Wynnie." He back away into his favorite, dark, musty corner to settle down and read.

Pix finishes chewing, his rotund little stomach greatly swelled. He croons contentedly, abruptly hiccups violently. So violently, in fact, that he falls off his seat on the table.

Siannen sniffs, but continues on. She bushes her hair back, and tiptoes up behind Derwin, mischeif glinting in oddly colored eyes. Suddenly she crouches, and then......*pounce* *SLUUUURRP* She grins. "Kinda.......salty. Not as good as Ris, but not bad."

Derwin sighs, misery evident. First Squishy. Then dusty. And now....salty. Well, what could he expect. That's life, one disappointment after another.

Derwin opens Derwin's Knapsack.

Derwin removes an Aged Book from Derwin's Knapsack.

Derwin closes Derwin's Knapsack.

Pix hits the floor with a *thump*. He hiccups again, three times in concession. *hic*! *hic*! *hic*!

Siannen smiles, and clambers up into Derwin's lap. She smiles up at him, "It's okay. Nobody's as yummy and nice as my Ris. But you're kinda cute. And comfy." She sniggles against him, grinning.

Derwin stiffens, sighing depressingly, but a warm light creeps barely noticeable into his usually melancholy eyes.

Yolk abandon's his pile, peering curiously at Pix. What /are/ you doing?

Pix hops about the floor on his rump, hopping with each hiccup like some demented grasshopper. *hic* /hop/ *hic* /hop/.

Tirone gives Pix a look. Quit that! Noisy.

Pix casts Yolk and Roni a pathetic, helpless look as he bounces about on the floor helplessly.

Derwin opens his book and tries desperately to read, between the hiccuping flit, and the little girl on his lap.

Siannen smiles at Derwin, a laugh bubbling up as she peers at Pix.

Yolk chitters at Pix, winging to the rescue. He hops along behind Pix for a bit, then hops up /on/ the other bronze, attempting to hold him still.

Auri wails, "Piiix...stoppit this instant! You're getting annoying!"

Pix stops for a moment. Ah, it's gone. *HIC*! An abnormally violent hiccup racks his body, sending him into another spasm of hiccups, carrying Yolk along with him like a twisted bucking bronco.

Derwin feels an unfamiliar compulsion to smile, but years of habit overrule as he manages to look almost entirely solemn. But not entirely.

Yolk /clings/, trying his best to save the day. Siannen laughs, clambering up Derwin to get a better view.

Derwin is alarmed, desperately juggling the little girl, his book, and his knapsack.

Auri stomps her feet, yelling at the two flits. "STOP! STOPSTOPSTOP!"

Pix hiccups wildly, bouncing about the entire room on his bottom, dragging Yolk with him into walls, chairs, cupboards, Auri's legs, and ultimately, Derwin's lap.

Siannen is very good at what she does, and settles herself quickly about the boy's shoulders, hanging on quite well. She peers at the flits in Wynnie's lap, giggling delightedly.

Derwin moans as an additional two objects join his juggling. Swiftly, he sets down his book and knapsack, and plops the two flits into Auri's arms. There!

Derwin gives Siannen a burning look, clearly stating it was her turn to get off.

Auri peels Yolk off Pix, releasing him. She cradles her flit. "Awww....poor pix. Are you okay???"

Siannen shakes her head, but does scramble down to his lap. Although, on the way down she does lick him once on the ear. She stays /here/.

Pix cheeps. Uh-oh....wait...no...HIC!!! He hiccups, with such force that even Auri jumps.

Auri squeals. "EEK! What's wrong with Pix? He's....acting weird."

Siannen giggles and curls up in Derwin's lap. "I think he gots hiccups. From eating too much......"

Derwin rubs his ear, glaring at Siannen through his shaggy black hair. Being quite grumpy by now, he responds to Auri, "He's dying. He's having seizures. It's a hopeless case."

Auri looks at Siannen, to Derwin, to Siannen, then back to Derwin. She immediately starts a siren wail. "NOOOOOO!!! PIX IS DYIIIING! WAAAAAAAAAH!"

Siannen glares back, an odd look coming from almost colorless eyes. She seems to be looking 'See what you did!' "Nonononononono!!!! He's not dying! Wynnie's jus' being mean. Don't cry Auri, he'll be fine!!!"

Auri is not comforted at all. "PIX IS GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! HE CAN'T DIIEEEE!"

Derwin buries his head in his arms, groaning. There she goes again. He rubs at his eyes wearily, "Auri, Pix isn't dying."

Auri sobs, hiccuping just like Pix. "But...you....said...."

Derwin tries to reason with Auri in his deep soothing voice. "See? You're doing the same thing he is. And you're not dying."

Siannen gets squished, but only a little. She continues her string of reassurances, "He was jus' kidding. But It wasn' funny though. It'll be okay, Auri, I promise." She manages to retain her seat in his lap, though how, no one knows.

Auri stops her hiccups for a second and stares at Wynn. She blinks. And then..."I'M GONNA DIE TOOOOOO! I'M GONNA DIE N' PIX IS GONNA DIE N' WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Siannen

Small and wispish, Siannen is not what you'd call an imposing figure. At first glance, her hair is her most striking feature. Long and red, it falls to her waist without even a hint of a curl. Sun-bleached streaks run through it, turning it almost gold in the sun. Her most unusal feature by far are her eyes, however. They are a pale liquid blue so light they almost appear colorless. This isn't even the strangest thing about them though. The right is perfectly blue, while the left is flecked with gold. Pale skin, with a hint of a tan covers her small form, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. A shy smile is seldom seen, but has the ability to light up her face with an inner radiance that makes her odd features seem almost beautiful.

Ack! What happened to this poor child? In spite of numerous vigorous scrubbings, this child still is a mess. Berry stains her arms, from tips of fingers up to her elbows, as well as the soles of her feet. Her clothes still bear traces of flour, sugar, a bit of egg here and there, and berry 'syrupy stuff'. The only explanation for this utter disaster is that there was an even bigger one in the kitchen.........But boy, was it fun! *SPLAT*

She is awake and looks alert.

You notice Siannen looking at you.

Siannen is 11 Turns, 3 months, and 20 days old.

Derwin gives up from freeing himself from Siannen with. Let the little bugger stay on. "Pix won't die."

Auri keeps wailing, "How...how...d..do you kn..know?"

Siannen snuggles, "An' neither will you.......He knows because I tol' him so."

Derwin gropes for reason in the dark, hoping for a cease to the tantrum. "Err...Pix is smart right?"

Auri nods through her tears, confused at what this has to do with anything.

Derwin hangs on tightly to his weak reasoning. "Well, um.. if Pix died you would be upset right? And Pix knows that cause he's smart. So he won't die so he...um...won't..err...make you upset."

Auri ponders this for a moment. She wipes her face, snuffling. "Yah. I /guess/. B...but what about me? Aren't I gonna die?"

Derwin is getting the hang of abstract reasoning. He is, after all, a self-proclaimed philosopher. "Well, if he isn't dying, and you have the same thing, then you both won't die. And besides, if you died, Pix would be upset. So you can't die."

Siannen shakes her head vehemently, her hair flying. "You won't because that would make me sad. And I won't let you die. And since you an' Pix have the same thing, and he's not gunna die, you're not gunna die."

Pix hiccups, choking on his spit and hacking.

Auri gasps, eyes widening with shock. "He...he...he's..."

You say, "Fine.""

Derwin says quickly, "hairball." No way he's living through another tantrum.

Auri blinks. "Yah. He's fine. Just a hairball. Poor Pix." She scritches the chubby flit on the head. "You swallowed a hairball. But at least you're not dying."

You notice Derwin looking at you.

Siannen blinks her one blue eye at Derwin. She's cute too.

Derwin gives Siannen a meaningful look. He grumbles under his breath, opening his book, "Got something in your eye?"

Tirone chirps relief. Whew. It's over. Good. She looks about, searching for Yolk.

Siannen smiles and points to her left eye, "This one's got gold. The other's jus' blue." She smiles, and blinks the gold flecked one this time.

Yolk chitters, and flies over to Ti. I'm right here.

Derwin nods absently, giving no other response as he flips through the dog-eared pages of his book.

Tirone croons; she's getting quite fond of this young flit.

Auri,seeing that Wynn's lap is now vacant, skips over and settles down on his crossed legs. "You're /very/ nice and squishy."

Derwin sighs mournfully. He's going to be very sore in the morning, what with one Brat hanging on his shoulders, and one lounging in his lap.

Siannen grins at Auri. "I like him. This one's staying wif me." She snuggles, and puts her chin on the top of his head. "You smell good too. Not like Cren. He's still dirty."

Auri shakes her head vigorously, tossing her gold ringlets about. "Nah-uh! Wynnie smells all....dusty. Kyren schmells the bestest of all."

Siannen sniffs at his hair. "I dunno 'bout down dere, bu' up here he smells good. Ris smells good too."

Auri has never smelt his head. She clambers up his shoulders, burying her little snub nose in his long dark hair. "He smells...blue. And gray."

Derwin reads under Auri's arm, not at all unused to be talking about as if he weren't there. What can one expect from a world like this? Blue? Gray? Is that a compliment or an insult?

Siannen smiles, "Das good, right?" And scoot back down. Dis end's hers. She leans over, and places a small berry flavored kiss on his cheek.

Auri shrugs. "I dunno. He just is." She snuggles back down in Derwin's lap, It's squishier down there anyways.

Derwin mutters thoughtfully "Hrrmm..." while scrubbing the kissed cheek with one big hand, and flipping a yellowed page with the other.

Siannen knows why it's squishier, she has brothers. She prefers this end though. Less trouble. "Youse one of my favorites."

Derwin rises and walks out, ducking his tall frame under the doorframe. No farewell is given.

Derwin steps into the shadows that lead back into the Weyr.

Siannen's bottom lip starts to quiver, having done this only rarely. "He's gooooooone! Why is he GOOOOOONE!?!"

Siannen continues to bawl, "They're goooooooone. I'm all alooone! RIIIIIISSSSS!"